The guard shrugged.
“That’s what it said.”
Mom’s hand closed around Nathan’s.
“The storm wasn’t you.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Your grandfather didn’t mean your name.”
“What did he mean?”
Her face had gone pale again.
“The storm the night your father disappeared.”
The chamber trembled.
A red light appeared on the control panel.
Then another.
Ben stared at the screen.
“Something is drawing power.”
The five empty boxes disappeared.
A new message replaced them.
NORTH POSITION DETECTED.
My initial illuminated beneath the first metal plate.
S.
I stepped backward.
“I didn’t touch anything.”
Ward looked at the floor beneath my feet.
A faded compass had been carved into the stone.
I was standing on its northern point.
The system had recognized my position.
Somehow, after all these years, Grandpa’s game had begun again.
The control panel chimed.
A second message appeared.
FOUR POSITIONS REMAIN.